Chapter 459: The people are still in a state of great destruction, and I and you all die
Author: Wen Qing
Chen Huan stays in Chunshi Embroidery Shop for the first half of the day every day.
It repeats itself.
Just two months passed like this.
Later, she closed the embroidery workshop. The old embroidery lady returned home with half of the embroidery pieces, and someone came to the door to deliver the items they needed three days later.
The new embroidery lady followed her back to the house. Chen Huan spent half a day teaching every day.
Aunt Sun's family was also picked up by her.
All the behaviors of the girl are unusual.
The fingertips of the elixir are stained with fine water, and pinch a grinding ingot. The vertical and even force is light and coordinated and circled.
Grind slowly, and the ink became thicker, and then stopped.
Her eyes were clear, and the wolf hairs sucked ink quickly outlined the outline. It took many days to go, and the snow balls on the rice paper appeared vividly, just like what Chen Hua saw at Cui Yun last time.
After doing these, I used glue-free white powder to draw the patterns on the back of the drawing. It was so convenient to go to the shed.
"My wife."
Aunt Sun hurried inside. She was inevitably panicked with her steady face.
Chen Hua raised his eyes and looked at Yi Cui behind her. He shook his sore wrist and made many jokes.
"It's just a wedding, why are you running towards me?"
Yi Cui's face turned red and she closed the door.
Aunt Sun's face was solemn.
"Now, there is a word that is being circulated privately outside."
Chen Huan smiled a little.
"I know."
She didn't think so, as if she was talking about what to eat for lunch: "A year of Qing Dynasty, there were 100,000 snowflakes and silver. She was so irrelevant and ignored human life. The people were still lost, and I and you all died."
In the rainy season, it will rain the most.
As she fell, the wind was howling outside the house, and the lightning was thundering.
Aunt Sun suppressed her horror, but she also knew that it was powerful. Seeing Chen Huan's ease and ease, she didn't dare to ask more questions.
Shen Hua cleans his hands and then apply scented on the scent.
"Just tell you so that you won't be able to sleep all night, and you don't need to worry. The turmoil in the situation will never be easily calmed down. Fengzhou is just a small place, and no matter how small it is, it will inevitably be involved."
These two months are not long or short.
It can be seen that the emperor was shaking. The officials in Hengzhou were sentenced to death. I don’t know what happened during this period, so he finally chose to protect Ji Wang.
During execution.
Zhou Zhangping's wife staggered over, no longer as vivid as before. Her hair was messy and thin.
She cried so hard that she was heartbroken.
"Set it, is it settled like this?"
"So what if these people are executed? Why don't the royal family arrest the people behind the scenes? How many people have died in a mine? Their destiny should not be over! The city is full of storms and complaining, God, can't you hear it, why are you still floating by? My husband died early, because he was honest! It was not his worthy!"
After saying this, she fainted in front of everyone.
The people of Hengzhou were dissatisfied with this. Anyone with a discerning eye knew that the matter of mining was not that simple. When these officials were arrested, they were panicked, but their ugly and unrepentant face showed that they had a backer behind them.
They respected Mrs. Zhou very much. Seeing this, these depressed emotions that have been suppressed completely broke out.
The mourner is sad.
"My son is in great age and escaped from the mine, but he is still dead. The government sent someone to send some food and silver. Is this a life to buy, or a whole family to shut up?"
Many people rushed over and questioned with red eyes.
"At the time when the prefect was imprisoned for no reason, how many people in Hengzhou went to Shengjing to plead for mercy. Who cares about the big names in Shengjing? Why are they gone in prison? Who was sentenced to punishment? No matter what these are all, they only avoid the important things, Yes, there is no explanation. Yes! We are so slight, but why is it so difficult to tell the truth about it!"
"To be an official now, he is in charge of money and food collection, but he does not care about the death of the people. It's ridiculous and ridiculous!"
"The truth? I'm afraid this is what the man sitting on the dragon throne does. Otherwise, who dares to be so rampant! I asked why it took so long to give the order. It can be seen that it was intentional to prolong the time. We thought that after a long time, we forgot it.
, then I won’t care. Could it be that he can punish himself? Such an emperor does not regard people as human beings. I think Daqi is about to die!"
The person appointed to execute the execution was Jin Zhong, who immediately squinted his eyes unexpectedly. A shrewd light flashed by.
"presumptuous!"
"I am so sad that I am so mourning at home. But if I cause trouble, I will never be able to keep it."
"Come here, all those who are making trouble will be killed. If anyone still acts nonsense, they will be arrested."
There were many people mixed with Ji Ting’s people, and they fanned the flames from time to time.
"If you want to catch me, I'm just such a son. I have no relatives anymore and I don't have much nostalgia. I'll be afraid that you won't! Bah! Dog officials. All the family is black-hearted."
"Catch it? Anyway, you won't treat human life as a life anymore. It's better to cut all the people present!"
The public anger was even heavier. The plaque engraved with the 'Mirror hanging high' on the Hengzhou yamen was smashed.
The turmoil that was comforted by Choi Yun and Jin Zhong a few months ago was staged again.
In the Mingting Accord, the fragrance of tea lingers in the room. Cui Yun cooks tea slowly and moves like flowing water.
Not far away, Ji Teng and Xie Xun played chess. The two of them were discussing the important matters, but Cui Yun had never said anything more. He just lowered his eyes and listened carefully.
"The incident was revealed and the scandal was revealed. The students in the world are the most heroic and do not shame on cheating. Some of them are in chaos in Shengjing."
"If you speak up rightly and give a straightforward advice, you will be humiliated near death and be honored far away. How can the emperor avoid it in a while?"
Ji Teng said in a gentle voice: "I will send a letter to Tongzhou and the border, and ask the court to allocate funds for disaster relief."
"I'm afraid the treasury is empty."
"I always have to force my father and his elders."
If you can’t give it, it’s embarrassing, and if you don’t give it, it’s embarrassing.
If you give it, you will go into their pockets.
But there is no harm.
As he said that, he looked at Cui Yun: "What do you think?"
Xie Xun paused.
Yuan Shaoqing is also here, so what does Cui Yun do!
During these days, Ji Tiao valued Cui Yunshi, even if Cui Yun liked to ignore her.
for example.
——If you like the candy I gave you last time, I will give it again.
Cui Yun's reply is always concerned about him.
——With Mrs. Zhou, Ying Shi has gone to disguise.
He had no choice but to think deeply.
Cui Yun was indeed unparalleled in beauty. But Ji Tiao married him. He had also seen Ji Tiao get along with Wei Yingying, and the admiration in his eyes could be seen.
But Xie Xun has also heard of a kind of human existence.
The husband loves him, and the daughter loves him a passionate person.
Xie Xun froze and the chess piece followed the wrong place. It was obvious that the defeat had been completed in this game, but Ji Tiao obviously had his mind on Cui Yun. He didn't even notice it.
Cui Yun's voice was plain and calm.
"The Ministry of Revenue is seriously greedy. During the morning drought, the disaster relief funds were allocated. The porridge that fell into the bowl of the victims was uncensored, so that so many people died that year."
"The situation is serious, and the Minister of Revenue is afraid that he will not dare to commit crimes against the wind."
However, he quickly found a solution.
"The son likes to bet."
Once you enter the gambling house, you sign a life-and-death letter. If you can’t give money, you will not care about life and death.
The Minister of Revenue will always be short of money.
He drank a cup of tea, calculated the time, and then slowly got up.
Chapter completed!